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Murda mo murda mo murda Murda mo murda mo murda When you get money like I do Then they got think you illuminati Lost money do not back sippin' juice I ain't been linking with nobody Screamin' murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda Dumping ashes at your graveyard Roll this blunt up on a Bible Wish I was with you everyday My lil bro think im suicidal Such a day you left shit never been right They blame me for your death side Sucker for your life I should have been the one that's dead instead With a bullet in my head Startin' to think they are right When you get money like I do Then they think you illuminati Lost money do not back sippin' juice I ain't been linking with nobody Screamin' murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda [?] Letras de cancionesScrеamin' murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda [?] Glocks sure raised hell for my brothеr The ashes at your grave I roll the blunt up on the Bible Wish I was with you everyday My lil bro think im suicidal Load switches told and rifles Like how you let em take my brother [?] thoughts we kill for hire We scream more money and more murda Such a day you left shit never been right They blame me for your death side Sucker for your life I should have been the one that's dead instead With a bullet in my head Startin to think they are right When you get money like I do Then they think you illuminati Lost money do not back sippin' juice Imma let your daughter live but your son gonna die Murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda mo murda murda mo murda [?] Fuck coma then [?] im gonna take that over god Im not an angel or a saint if I can get through heaven gates You can see me down in hell with the guys Fuckin' bitches, smoking weed taughtin' five Its hard to tell the young to slow down stop the killin' I lost a brother and a friend you gotta understand how im feelin' You gotta trust to take a stand and raise your hand to be a witness Or you gonna be a suspect and turn this killer to a victim I know sometime I rap on tracks like a contradict Gun smoke money drugs like a hypocrite Im never tell you what to do Im only tell what I does Big [?] with the cuz im a hypocrite Youll never know the pain over murder victim mama Servin' [?] cookin' your brain suicidal causin' trauma [?] weed What about the nigga kids growing up without a father Let go and let crazy like his foster making right Yeah motherfuckin' right how the fuck they gonna solve Don't give a fuck about a pastor god forgivin' i dont They say black lifes matter where my black opps don't So you a brothers keeper is you gonna do the time? Are you gonna get caught up by the people You gonna sent you drop a dime You gotta drop up a time and hop up in on a ride I know some nigga sayin' chill let it ride let it slide Say niggas never kill, never ride, never slide Better do it for your sister for your brother for your mother You don't do it for your loved ones better do it for your pride Imma let your daughter live but your son gonna die Fuck coma then [?] im gonna take that over god Im not an angel or a saint if I can get through heaven gates You can see me down in hell with the guys Fuckin' bitches, smoking weed taughtin' five Its hard to tell the young to slow down stop the killin' I lost a brother and a friend you gotta understand how im feelin' I know sometime I rap on tracks im a contradict Gun smoke money drugs like a hypocrite You gotta get back for your folks I respect that shit that most Been crippin' for the locs im a hyporite From Letras Mania